Easter Parade: A Poem

Volcanic ash burns my skin

As the great destroyer dwells within

With every gulp of fire and smoke

He huffs and seethes while I choke

The blizzard coats the earth with fluff

His fur the same grayish scruff

Those mounds of crisp, smoky flakes

Grow in size with every quake

Bleeding seasons into one

This boiling pot melts and runs

Eruption breeds another turn

As one by one we all will burn

Glowing eyes and pointed ears

The sharpest teeth pierce my fears

Blackest whiskers and cotton tail

He has emerged to conquer the vale

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